Tonight We Will Bloom for One Night Only
Tonight you must plow me a respite between the moonflowers,
mock orange, night phlox, and Epiphyllum Oxypetalum.
You must open me to the summer night like cereus.
You must pick my perversions like petals, allow them for one night
to bloom, frangipani wafting, a concupiscent wind humming at my door.
I’ve surrendered to your heady sweat of primrose, plumeria,
addicted to your outstretched arms of night-blooming jasmine,
my heliotrope buds hard and wanting, reeking of Madagascar vanilla with its
accompanying moral ambiguity.
I am more than a day lily.
We are each bodies, hard-wired for pleasure, destined for momentary blooming,
When the bats swarm and the moths sidle up to this one night of fevered
pollination, let’s be ready.
Let’s face them, our appetency the headlights they slam into again and again.
We will make our escape at first light. Singing.
photo by Christine Klocek-Lim